DEAR LITTLE PEOPLE.
A night or two ago when the dusk came down it brought with it a little broken bird. Not very little nor very broken, but a pigeon, tired and frightened. It fell with a little dull flop at our feet as we opened the door of the porch. And when we picked it up it lay in. our arms, quiet and unafraid. We took it into the light and found its hurts beneath Us silver feathers, and tried'to ask of the little bright eye what had Jwppened. But it only lay, very sleepily, in a cosy soft basket and wouldn't tell us a thing. In the morning its legs were strong again. It went out into the garden to see where it had come, ate some bread, and sipped some water. . . . Then wandered back to its basket and settled down to stay. And there it is.
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 80, 13 October 1928, Page 15
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